Zim wondered why Dib was blushing yet again, but it didn't stay on his mind for too long; since, it was only a slight blush, and he needed his Pak back on. So, he just turned back around, back to the changing rooms. He went into the same room he had last time, and locked the door again.
He gently put down his Pak and old shirt onto the bench again, and took of the new human shirt. The Irken inspected the shirt again. The fabric was a lot softer than his normal uniform, and felt nicer to wear. It was a lot more flexible too. There was a label inside, like the hat had. With washing instruction and the maker of the clothing.
He felt like he'd soon get used to the t-shirt, even though it felt kind of weird. He'd get used to the texture too he guessed. His Pak made a slight bleeping noise. 5 minutes. "Oh Irk!" He quickly grabbed his old uniform, threw it over his head, and put it on. Next, he grabbed his Pak, and pressed one of the pink panels. It hovered for a moment, before relocating itself behind the Irken, then reconnecting itself to Zim's back.
Zim let out a sigh of relief, now that his beloved machinery was back in place. He straightened out his uniform and readjusted his wig, which had moved slightly from the rush. Then, he picked up the t-shirt, and made his way out of the room, back to the human.
Dib now was curious about how Zim's back looked like without the PAK attached. There must be some kind of hole in it! He never thought how it would feel to have a small machinery box constantly plastered on your back. But Zim didn't know it otherwise. He mentioned before, it was given to every new born Irken. Oh well... time to ask such stuff at the base, like he decided to do.
All the while, he didn't realize that he was still wearing the naval blue antenna-hat while holding Zim's red one in the left hand. Dib was afraid Zim would rant about all the 'stoopid' human clothing garments and totally deny wearing any of it. But that was more the old Zim. Before he got... banished.
Maybe Zim was already going to accept his fate and realize that he should get along with the life here on Earth. So when he saw Zim approaching his side, he was relieved that it went all so smoothly and without too much awkwardness. For now... "Just give it to me and then we can get to the next clothing. That would be...ummm...pants. Yeah, L-let's see how some blue jeans will look on you..."
'He would look very handsome with this shirt and... a fitting jeans and... yeah, even with that funny hat'. Dib smiled at bit and looked for the pants section.
Like he was asked, Zim gave Dib the t-shirt. "What are jeans?" He asked, tilting his face slightly to an angle. He guessed they were some type on pants. He'd heard some humans talk about them, but never actually recognized them. He'd probably seen them before but just not known what they were. He followed the human when he started walking in a direction, and looked at the different areas of the shop.
There were so many. They'd just been in the shirt section, but now he could see shoes, hats, underwear... Zim quickly looked away, blushing slightly... There are some things in life you do NOT want to see. And that was one of them... So, he quickened his walking pace, and changed from being to the left of Dib, to the right side.
Passing by colourful bermudas, dungarees, different kind of shorts and even rubber pants, the boy quickly found a round rack with normal blue, black and grey jeans on it. He also noticed Zim, following close by his side and hastily looking around. Was he uncomfortable? Well, better hurry then.
"Here we are. These are 'jeans' Listen, i-if you're kinda uncomfortable in here we could always go, Zim. But pants are the last thing on my list anyway, since I think you should keep your boots. I like them, s-so you could wear them along with the new stuff. Only if you want, of course. Soooo...let's see..." He mumbled and looked at every trouser on the rack. He put out several ones and pressed them to Zim's hips to check the length and wide, trying to find the ideal one.
After a minute or so (while Zim was curiously mustering the pants and Dib), he got three jeans draped over his arm: a black, blue and grey one. They got a bit of that 'stonewashed' look on it. Dib was sure it would look very nice on Zim's amazing legs. Yeah... Blushing again, he stuttered: "H-Here. Take these, Zim And... and put them on. I'm sure it's the right size for you, s-so you just have to find the colour you like the most. And fits t-to the red shirt." He handed them to Zim and played nervously with the red hat.
Zim wanted to keep his boots anyway; since they were actually the most comfortable boots he'd ever worn, you go through quite a few when they're constantly getting ripped from battles and fights. And he also didn't want to get rid of everything he'd gotten from the empire... Just, things that were 'their rules'. The Irken scowled slightly and that thought. Their rules... Their judgements. What did they know? He had been a faithful and hardworking member of the empire, and they had got rid of him... They were wrong. He clenched his fists slightly out of anger.
But his thoughts were interrupted when he felt something push against his front. He looked down and saw that the human was pushing some kind of trousers against him. They weren't like the kind of things he was currently wearing. Elastic type. They were less stretchy, and they held their shape more. They had a kind of, washed-out look. Like they had been in the sun too long and lost some of their colour. But he just guessed it was part of the design.
They had little loops around the edges, which kept in place a leathery looking rope. It had a metal loop at the front, and the other side had a mini metal stick. He took the jeans that Dib was holding out and poked the leather thing. It looked like a dead, flattened out snake. "What's that?" He asked, looking back towards the human.
Hmm. The shirt along with the weird hat (Dib got that picture in his head: 'Why do you stare at Zim, Dib-Friend? Like what you see, human?...' Zim smugly asked). Lucky that the boy soon was thrown out of his fantasy by Zim's question. "W-What?" He looked down at Zim, who was fiddling curiously with the belt. Cute.
"Oh, that. Heh. T-That's a belt, Zim. It usually holds the pants in place so it won't fall off while you're wearing it. But it's not really necessary to wear that thing. Look-" He lifted up his shirt to show his non-existent belt. "- I never wore any belt, since I don't really need it. I guess most pants are held place without a belt, it's more of a fancy accessory I guess. A Nice-to-have-thingy."
"Belt..." Zim mumbled, trying out the new word, before looking back at the 'belt'. Humans had weird ideas of what is needed in life. "You humans don't have enough time to work on space crafts, or powerful weapons... but you have time for making un-needed things like this?" He questioned, smiling slightly. It was kind of funny. And in his opinion, this planet needed weapons a lot more than they needed belts. Zim just shrugged it off for the time being, and made his way towards the changing rooms again.
Once in a room, and door locked, he switched from his normal trousers, to the black jeans. They felt kind of stiff, since they hadn't been worn before, but that'd probably change after time. He walked towards the mirror and looked at his reflection. Now… that looked weird... It looked weird wearing an Irken uniform and Earth jeans together.
He also noticed, now that they were on, that the ends of the belt seemed to go together... So, he moved so he was sitting down on the bench and tried to figure out how they were meant to go together. After a few tries, he started to get quite annoyed. He tried knotting it a few times, but that didn't seem to work. Then he tried putting the one end through the loop on the other end, but it kept slipping out. "How do humans do this...?" He mumbled, growling slightly.
After a few last attempts, he sighed in defeat... Maybe some human inventions weren't as dumb as he thought... He debated with himself for a few moments whether he should just give up and stick with his old trousers, or ask Dib how to do it. Then he came to a conclusion. He made his way over the wall near the door, before yelling: "Dib-human! How are you meant to do the belt-thingy?" He blushed slightly at needing the help of a human, but it had to be done. He had no idea how to use Earth things very well…
All the while Dib was sitting on a nearby chair, thinking about how to spend the rest of the day. He should show Zim more human activities, which were performed outside. Quite a lot. But he wouldn't mind to cuddle with Zim the spare day. Or watching TV or something on a comfy couch or bed.
He sighed contently and after a few seconds or so he heard Zim's screeching voice, yelling for help. "Hmm..Zim?" Like he was waking up, Dib quickly looked around before realizing Zim was indeed in the cabinet. So he slowly approached it. "I-Is something wrong with the belt. It is broken? Maybe I can bring you another one."
Hearing Dib outside the room, Zim sighed slightly. Well this was embarrassing... He'd just said how stupid humans are, and yet here he was, struggling to even use a belt. "No, the belts fine. I just... don't know how to use it..." He mumbled the last part, hoping the human had heard it, because he sure did not want to repeat it.
He could fly a voot cruiser no problem. He could fix a main computer. He could even create dooms day devices. But he couldn't work an Earth belt... And it was only a piece of clothing... He crossed his arms and looked at the floor. "Zim needs help..." He mumbled through clenched teeth; blushing even more now. He felt so stupid right now, it was unbelievable.